Pimps

(They try to play God nigga)

Take one, take one

Take one, take one

(There seems to be a lot of crews today)

(Cops don't go to jail for murder, we do)

Yeah...

Liberals get shot tonight

Liberals get shot tonight

Pow

(Tricks gon' die)

(Pimps gon' die)

(Tricks gon' die)

(Pimps gon' die)

If these niggas won't say nothing then I will

**** you Devon, I see what you're doing

I catch everything

I see potential in ya

Taking out those masons

Taking over me

I'm illuminated

I see everything

2015 and the sale's in the sewer

Rappers spitting bars for some YouTube reviewers

Bitch-made insecure

Hipsters up in college

Trying to run my culture

With their ****ing Google knowledge

Always see these crackers 'round when niggers get to popping

But they disappear when we are trying to stop the violence

These trust-fund kids never step foot on my island

Want credit for the game

But they never put the time in

And honestly this rap shit made a business from a hobby

Went from tall tees down to spinners how enticing

Fake it till you make it if the shit was getting pricey

I don't remember none of ya'll when Gucci was so icy

These sissy-ass trust-fund Kid Cudi rappers

Only want to make the game easy for those crackers

As if they haven't stolen enough genres on their own

But these coons gon' cry

And I'm gonna leave that one alive

'Cause pimps gon' die

Turn me up in the headphones

Turn me up in the headphones

Nigga turn me up

Turn me up in the headphones

Turn me up in the headphones

Nigga turn me up yeah

Turn me up in the headphones

Real shit

(Tricks gon' die)